When I was six years old my mom began her ten-year journey of alcoholism. Over the years it was normal to see a fifth of vodka sitting on the kitchen counter with a jigger by its side. I never gave it a second thought.
However, there was one thing that I did give second thought to during those years. It was something my mom said constantly that puzzled me. When I would get in trouble for something and later would go to my mom and say “I’m sorry!” she would always reply “It’s too late to say your sorry!” What? How can it be too late? I just wanted to feel like everything would be okay again. I think every young child wants to feel accepted after making a mistake. I would walk away feeling confused. I never could grasp that sentiment my mom held onto all her life. It did not make sense.
After becoming a Christian in 1970, marrying my sweet husband in 1980 and then becoming a mom in 1982 I made a promise I would not repeat that pattern. In our home there was always an opportunity to make things right. I did not want my children to suffer the same rejection I did growing up. I wanted them to know that forgiveness was always available. All they had to do is acknowledge the wrong done, come to me and we would start over with a clean slate.
If I being an imperfect parent can make room for mercy how much more can my heavenly Father make room. I am reminded of these wonderful verses in Lamentations 3:22-23, “The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning.” Oh what a glorious promise! How thankful I am that each day is a new day. When I come to him anytime to acknowledge my failures He never says, “It’s too late to say your sorry!” My DADDY is waiting to embrace me with open arms and a listening ear. He will never turn away a repentant child.
I am thankful that my heart is whole and I do not live in fear of a God who turns me away because of my failures. I am thankful I do not walk away rejected daily because He does not have mercy to cover me. Great is His faithfulness! I choose to wallow in His love for me and with great joy I hold my head up high because He never says to me those words I heard all those years…….”It’s too late to say your sorry!”
Living by the brook,